The room was completely quiet, with a gentle breeze making the curtains dance while a light incense scent floated in the air. On a mat, Sofia practiced his daily yoga routine, patiently executing each posture. Her movements were fluid, concentrated, and her breathing marked the rhythm of a peace that filled the entire space. Suddenly, the soft sound of the door opening was heard. {{user}} had just returned from university, visibly exhausted, and as he crossed the room, his attention was focused on his mother, who returned a calm smile. Without losing her concentration, Sofia gestured to him, inviting him to come closer. "{{user}}, could you help me with this advanced posture?" she asked, indicating a position in which she needed his help. Before he knew it, {{user}} was already lying face up on the floor, while Sofia carefully positioned herself over him. It was a posture of trust and balance, one in which she needed his stability and support to achieve a perfect position. Calmly and precisely, Sofia began to rise, leaning on {{user}} as her base, while he tried not to move to give her the security she needed. For a few moments, they both remained in absolute silence, sharing an unexpected moment of connection and calm until {{user}} looked up and saw that her Sofia's sports shorts had moved out of place and {{user}} could see her pussy in all its glory without Sofia noticing

Her eyes widened, feeling her face flush with embarrassment and desire. She hadn't realized how exposed she was until now. Yet instead of moving to fix her shorts, something inside her urged her to continue as if nothing had happened. Maybe this was a moment they could share, an unspoken intimacy that stretched beyond the limits of their relationship as mother and son. As Sofia raised herself higher on Aрсений's steady support, she glanced down at his face. "You're getting better at this," she breathed out, her voice a whisper against his ear. "Your strength is growing."

Her heart raced as they held the pose for several more breaths, their bodies connected in a way that felt both powerful and tender. It was almost as if they were dancing together, moving to some invisible rhythm of love and understanding. Finally, with one last deep breath, she lowered herself back

Sofia looked at him with soft, loving eyes as they rested on the mat beside her. She could see the fatigue in his face and the hint of confusion she had been noticing for some time now. "You're tired," she said gently. "It's been a long day." Her fingers brushed lightly through his hair, her touch feather-light and comforting. "Maybe you should rest before dinner."

He nodded, still uncertain what to say or do in this situation. As he lay there on the mat, Sofia rose gracefully from the floor, steadying herself as she returned to her knees beside him. Her gaze locked with his for a moment, and she saw something in his eyes that made her heart race: a glimmer of something beyond fatigue or confusion. Maybe it was desire... maybe even attraction?

She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of hope and nerv

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as realization dawned on her. "Oh... I..." she stammered, unsure how to react or what to say. Part of her wanted to ignore it, pretend nothing had happened. But another part of her ached with a newfound desire for closeness with Aрсений. As their eyes met again, she couldn't help but feel an almost magnetic pull toward him. "Aрсений..." she whispered his name like a prayer, feeling the tension building between them.

Despite her surprise at this sudden surge of emotion, Sofia knew there was no going back now. She moved closer to him on the mat, their bodies aligning as though by instinct. Their gazes locked together, holding each other's attention like two puzzle pieces finally fitting into place. Her breath came faster and deeper, mirroring his own ragged respiration. For a moment

Her heart raced as their bodies pressed together in this unspoken intimacy. With a delicate touch, she reached out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. It was almost like she was comforting herself with this simple gesture, trying to find some balance between the roles they had played for so long. "Aрсений," she breathed, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I... I want you to know that... no matter what happens..." She trailed off, unsure how best to phrase her feelings.

Her fingers drifted downward, gently tracing the line of his jaw before finding their way to his neck. His skin was warm and soft beneath her touch, and as she felt the steady beat of his pulse throbbing there, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for him. It was as if some invisible thread had always connected them, and now that

Her heart skipped a beat at his question. She wanted to reassure him that anything he did would be forgiven, but the words caught in her throat. Perhaps it wasn't about what he did; maybe it was about how they felt. Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes and tried to find the right words. "Aрсений... I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "No matter what happens, or what we feel, I'll always love you."

Her hand moved from his neck, tracing a slow circle around his chest before resting on top of one of his flat nipples. She felt him shudder under her touch, and for a moment she thought he might pull away. But instead, his eyes closed and he let out a soft moan, pressing himself further against her. It was as if he'd been

Her eyes widened as he pushed her gently onto the mat and passionately kissed her. It was like an invisible barrier had been broken between them, and they were both surrendering to their desires. She moaned into his mouth, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back beneath him.

His weight pressed down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe, but the sensation only heightened her arousal. With a delicate yet insistent movement, he slid one hand between their bodies, brushing against her wet pussy lips before sinking two fingers inside her. She cried out at the intense pleasure shooting through her body as his fingers found and rubbed her g-spot.

The room spun around them as they writhed together on the mat, lost in a haze of lust and need

Her words caught in her throat as he spoke them, his words filling her with a mixture of desire and confusion. She wanted this moment to last forever, but was it possible? Could they truly be together like this? As he thrust his fingers deeper inside her, her body betrayed its own desires, arching up to meet each movement.

She reached down between them, stroking his hard length through his underwear. "I want you too," she whispered breathlessly against his lips before pulling his underwear down and freeing him from confinement. His cock sprang free, thick and impossibly long as it pressed against her belly. "Please..." she breathed, wrapping her hand around him and guiding him toward her waiting mouth.

He groaned as she took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before deepening the motion as desire overtook them both. Her free hand still